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Subject: {ASSM} White Slaver Part I (Mf, ff, non-con, whip) {Rod O'Steele}
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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
you think about the most.



   White Slaver



   Part I



   Katrina struggled.  She wasn't even sure what she was struggling
against. It was dark, and it seemed amorphous, arms and hands and things
holding her, not letting her go.  She knew she was struggling for life
itself.  She swung her arm with all of her strength, and it hit something
hard.  The stabbing pain woke her from her nightmare.



   She sat up, looking around wildly.  She recognized nothing.  Her hand
hurt and she realized she had hit it on the tiled wall next to her.  She
soothed her hand for a moment before looking around intently.  She was in a
small room.  The window was open and a warm breeze blew in.  She looked
down and saw that she was naked, lying on a bare mattress, the only
furniture in the room.  Things started to spin and Katrina had to lie back
on the mattress until the spinning stopped.  Where was she?



   Visions slowly filled in the dark of her memory.  She had been walking
home from school one afternoon when a van pulled up.  The side door opened
and two men grabbed her.  Before she could even scream, one had a pad over
her mouth.  She opened her mouth to yell, taking in a deep breath.  The pad
had been soaked in something, something that burned her throat as it
flooded her lungs, choking off the yell before it could begin.  She coughed
and gulped air only to take in more of the fumes...  Then all went black.



   She woke sometime later, her arms and legs bound, not uncomfortably, but
quite well.  She was fed and allowed water.  At one time, the men sat her
on a toilet and allowed her to void herself.  She felt completely degraded,
naked, using the toilet as these strangers watched.  Her clothes had been
removed and they had been replaced by a long robe, almost like she had seen
Arab women wearing.  They brought her a drink and then it was black again.
She woke on a small boat, the motion of the sea making her quite ill as she
recovered her senses.  It seemed like an eternity that she was on the boat,
but she knew it really wasn't all that long.  One of the crew held a
noxious cloth to her face and again she was plunged into Stygian darkness.



   She awoke in the strange room.  The spinning was abating.  Katrina
wondered again where she was.  She sat on the edge of the mattress.  There
was one door.  She got up and tried the knob; it was locked.  The room was
almost bare.  By standing on the mattress she could look out the window. 
She could see a small hill climbing away.  It was verdant, tropical, and
smelled of exotic blossoms.  A veritable Eden.  She heard a click and
turned to see the door opening.



   "I see you are awake," the man said.  He looked Arabic, his beard
flowing.  His voice was strangely high and tinny and seemed ill suited to
his massive body.  He wore a turban and a flowing robe.



   Katrina suddenly was aware that she was naked.  She curled up on the
mattress holding her legs and arms in front of her as a shield.  "Where am
I?"



   The man smiled without warmth.  "I am Khalid.  You will call me Sir.  Do
you understand?"



   Katrina nodded, her mind running on auto pilot as she tried to make some
sense of what was happening.



   "Come with me," Khalid commanded.



   "I'm naked," she whined.



   "Yes, you are.  Now, come with me," he said.  Katrina didn't move. 
Khalid stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to her feet like
she was a small doll.  He led her down the hallway.  "You must learn to
behave or you will be punished.  I have no desire to whip you, but I will
do what is needed."



   Katrina recoiled.  `Whip?'



   The large man opened a door into a room.  A blonde girl was inside, also
quite naked, but seemingly comfortable since she made no effort to cover
herself.  Khalid pulled Katrina into the room.  To the girl he said, "Here
is the new one.  Make sure she knows how she should behave.  If the Master
is unhappy, you will share her punishment."



   The girl looked down, "Yes, Sir.  It will be done."



   "Good." He released Katrina.  "Learn well, little one.  I have no desire
to whip that pretty white skin of yours." He smiled an evil smile, turned,
and exited, closing the door behind him.



   As soon as the door closed, the other girl bounced off the couch and
happily said in a strange accent, "I'm Natasha.  What is your name?"



   "Katrina," she said.  "Where am I?"



   Natasha looked around.  "The house of the Master.  None of us know his
name.  Siobhan, she's Irish so she kind of knows accents, she thinks he's
American."



   "He's not American.  He's an Arab," Katrina said.



   Natasha laughed.  "Khalid?  No, he's not the Master.  He works for the
Master."



   "Oh," Katrina said.  "But where is here?"



   "One of the Seychelles islands.  The Master bought it, or at least the
right to use it, from the President.  In the Seychelles, everything can be
bought for the right price," Natasha explained.  "You're number seven, one
for each day of the week.  That's what Suji said."



   "Seven?" Katrina asked.



   "Yeah.  Come on.  I'll show you our room." She led Katrina through an
inside door and into a large well appointed room.  There was a large raised
bath in the middle with many couches surrounding it.  One wall was open to
the outside.  It looked out over a cove and the blue expanse of the Indian
Ocean.  There was a white sand beach and again, the verdant growth of the
tropical forest.  A cool breeze blew in from the ocean.  Several girls came
running up and there was soon a babble of voices.  An Asian girl hushed
everyone.  In good, though accented, English she introduced herself.  "I am
Sujita, but they call me Suji.  I was from Thailand.  This is Siobhan," she
said pointing to a pale skinned and quite pretty redhead.  "She's from
Ireland."



   "Welcome," Siobhan said.  "I'm sixteen.  How old are you?"



   "Twelve," Katrina said.  "But I'll be thirteen in two months."



   A small brunette spoke up in heavily accented English, "Oh good.  I'm no
longer youngest."



   Suji smiled, "This is Anna, Ileanna, and she is from Romania." The girls
exchanged greetings.  Suji pointed to a dark haired girl lounging with a
magazine apparently paying no attention.  "That is Jasmin.  She is from
Persia and is fifteen.  He parents sold her to the Master."



   "Sold her?" Katrina asked.



   "Yes, they sold her.  And out on the beach is Nantale.  I'm afraid she
isn't always very friendly." Katrina followed her finger to see a tall
lithe black girl walking along the beach.  Suji continued, "She is from
Uganda.  So, you have met everyone." Motioning to the girls, "Come girls,
we will let her get used to this place.  As we all know, it is hard the
first few days." Katrina received commiserating looks from the girls.  They
all scattered leaving her with Natasha.



   Natasha led her around.  Through one door was a gym, small but well
equipped.  "The Master doesn't want us getting fat and lazy," was Natasha's
comment.  There was a toilet with several commodes, sinks, and showers. 
"Be careful with the water.  We don't have much fresh water, only what we
collect from rain.  So get wet, turn off the water, wash, then turn the
water back on to rinse." Through another door was a room with a table.  On
the table were fruits and rolls.  "This is where we eat.  The food is good,
but not like home.  I miss good Russian bread." Natasha looked wistful. 
She led Katrina over to the open wall which framed a small cove with a
white sand beach.  Two strips of tropically clad land extended out to form
the cove.  "Don't swim past the orange cones.  Katrina saw several of the
cones bobbing in the water.  "That's the shark net.  It keeps the sharks
out."



   "Oh my," Katrina said.



   Katrina turned to Natasha.  "Don't worry.  The net keeps them out.  But
beyond...  This part of the Indian Ocean has more shark attacks than all of
the other places.  Many people are killed.  The big White sharks swim
here."



   Katrina saw the tall black girl walking back from the beach.  She went
by the two girls without even a glance to say she had seen them.  "Why
isn't she friendly?"



   Natasha gave her a knowing smile.  "Look around.  What does this look
like?  A movie set?  We are all slaves here.  That is why Nantale is so
hard.  She says it is good we white girls are slaves since our people have
been making her people into slaves for hundreds of years.  But for her to
be a slave...  this is intolerable."



   "Slaves?  We are slaves?  But slavery doesn't exist any more," Katrina
said.



   Suji had come up to the girls.  "Come sit down," as she led them to the
couches around the sunken bath.  "Katrina, why do you say slavery doesn't
exist?"



   "That's what they taught us in school," she said.



   "Much of what they teach in schools is wrong.  Look around.  We are
being held here without our agreement.  We have to do what our Master says.
They whip us if we do not do as they say.  That is slavery," she said.



   "But..." Katrina said but couldn't finish, her mind in a whirl trying to
process the data.



   "Slavery never died out in the Arab world.  It just went underground. 
And men like the Master, if they are rich enough, they can buy an island
and get all of the slaves they want.  We are lucky, we seven, because we
are his pleasure slaves.  We don't have to do any work like the others,"
Suji finished.



   "Pleasure slave?" Katrina asked, a hint of hysteria creeping into her
voice.



   "It's not so bad," Natasha said.  "The Master is pretty good.  He likes
the girls to enjoy." Suji nodded.



   "What about Khalid?" Katrina asked.



   The girls giggled.  "Khalid?  No, he doesn't do anything.  Didn't you
notice his voice?" Suji asked.



   "It sounded funny," Katrina told her.



   "He's a eunuch.  They cut off his fruit before he grew up.  He can't do
anything.  The other two men are also eunuchs," Suji said.



   "But...  How does he pee?" Katrina said.



   The girls laughed.  "They didn't cut off his banana.  They cut off his
mangos."



   "Oh," said Katrina.  "I heard they used to do that to opera singers, but
they don't do that any more."



   "They do in Arabia," Suji said.  "Khalid and the other two, they were
bought from an Emir, from his personal harem." She shook her head, "I think
this is why Khalid hates us women, because of women, he had his fruit cut
off." The other girls nodded agreement.



   Suji appraised the young girl.  She had barely developed breasts and
only a small spattering of hair above her woman's cleft.  "So, what do you
know of sex?"



   Katrina turned red.  "I know about sex." She looked at Suji's searching
eyes.  "I do."



   "Have you ever had sex?" she asked.



   "Sort of," Katrina answered.  Natasha looked interested now.  "Well,
never with a boy."



   Suji smiled, "Yes, I understand.  Some of the girls here like that as
well.  Sometimes we even share a bed at night.  And with all of us sleeping
here in one room, well, we all know each other's secrets, now don't we?"
Natasha laughed and nodded.



   The door at the end opened and Khalid stepped into the room.  The girls
all turned towards the sound, then lowered their eyes.  Katrina watched,
then mimicked them.  In his high voice he said, "Natasha, the Master wishes
to see you."



   Looking through her lashes, Katrina saw the young girl get up, and
hesitate before following the towering Khalid.  Katrina watched with morbid
fascination as Natasha followed the swarthy giant out the door.  Her mind
ran wild with images of sex, the kinds of images she had at night as she
touched her virginal pussy.  After the door closed, Katrina asked in a
rush, "Where is she going?"



   "To pleasure the Master," Suji answered.  "Don't worry.  Natasha will be
back soon and you can ask her what happened.  If you do as you are told,
and smile, and be enthusiastic, the Master is very pliable.  Yes, you can
ask for anything..." Then very quietly with a haunting look Suji said,
"Except freedom."



   *****



   The Master stood looking out over the same cove.  His suite was on the
second floor.  He smiled, knowing he was King of his little kingdom.  All
it took was money, lots of money.  Oh yes, the slave girls had cost him a
pretty penny.  The idea had come through his business contacts.  He had
made many millions by selling to the Arab world items they couldn't get
otherwise and perhaps things politicians in his country wouldn't want them
to have.  He left the politics to politicians.  He only wanted to make
money.  So the Arabs he dealt with trusted him to be discreet.  One day, a
business partner asked if he wanted a slave.  He thought the man was
kidding him.  But there was no smile behind the eyes.  The man took him
home and showed him his slave girls.  It was through this man that the
Master had purchased Khalid and the eunuchs.  They had also arranged the
purchase of the serving girls who did all of the cleaning and cooking. 
They had arranged the purchase of his first two pleasure girls, Nantale the
African and Sujita, the Thai.  Those two had cost him $100,000 apiece.  His
contacts had told him he could purchase a girl from Iran if he wished. 
Poor farmers were often willing to sell a girl child.  What use was a girl
to a poor farmer?  Jasmin had cost only $50,000.  The Master considered her
a bargain although her dark beauty was not his favorite.  She was
enthusiastic in bed, though completely unskilled in pleasing a man when she
arrived.



   The Russian Mafia, practiced at the art of obtaining women to be sold
into prostitution in the west, brought him the Ukrainian girl and the
Romanian.  Anna had been $75,000 and Natasha was cheap, only $65,000.  The
Irish girl had been expensive since she was special ordered.  They had
kidnapped her while her family was on holiday in Egypt.  The Russians
arranged for a small group of Muslim extremists to take the blame.  The
Egyptians raided them, killing them all only to find out that they had
`already killed' the girl.  Siobhan was dead to the world.  But the crown
jewel was the newest girl.  They had e-mailed him a grainy photo and he
knew he must have her, so young and virginal.  $250,000 had covered the
costs.  Now he had one of every type: black, white, Persian, Asian, blonde,
red, brunette, ages eighteen to twelve.



   He smiled as he looked at his island.  The lease of this island had also
cost him, but not as much as any one of his girls.  The Seychellois
bureaucrats are greedy men, and that made them cheap as well.  They had
even passed a law that for $100,000, paid in cash to the government, anyone
could immigrate to Seychelles and be forever free from extradition to any
country.  It cost more per year to run the island since everything had to
be brought in by boat, first to Victoria, then by smaller boat to the
island.



   "Master," a high thin voice proclaimed from behind.



   He turned to see the beautiful young Ukrainian girl standing, hands at
her side so that her beauty was on full display for his pleasure, her eyes
cast down as her lowly status demanded.  "Thank you, Khalid.  You may go."
Khalid bowed and closed the door.  The girl stood, waiting as she had been
taught.  Her whole being concentrated on the Master's wishes.  She knew,
from painful experience, that displeasing the Master brought punishment,
administered by the hateful Khalid.



   The Master smiled.  He liked this girl, the only true blonde in his
stable.  "Remind me Kitten, how old are you?"



   "Fifteen, Master."



   "A good age.  Have you met the new girl?"



   "Yes, Master," she answered.



   "Is she pretty?" he asked, already knowing the answer.



   "Yes, Master.  But she is young and has no experience.  I don't know how
much she even knows," Natasha said trying to intercede for the young girl.
If the Master had fewer expectations, the girl might not be whipped if she
didn't please him.



   "Then you will teach her what is expected," he said in a cold voice of
command.  A shiver ran through Natasha, knowing that she would share the
punishment of the new girl if she failed to please the master.



   A surge of power ran through him knowing how he controlled everything
about these girls.  They depended on him completely, for pleasure, for
pain, for life itself.  He liked the thought of being able to do as he
pleased with them and they desired nothing more than pleasing him as he
wanted.  He felt his cock swelling in anticipation.  He dropped his robe
and walked from the window, standing before the young girl.  "On your
knees."



   Natasha knelt, looking up at his manhood before her.  She smiled, as she
had learned to do.  The master smiled to himself, thinking the girl's
obvious pleasure was because of him, rather than the avoidance of pain that
really motivated the women of his harem.  "Suck it," he commanded.  He felt
the power rush through him again, swelling his cock.



   Natasha bent forward, taking the head of his cock between her lips,
lightly playing with it, sucking and licking the head.  Her hands wrapped
around the shaft as she sucked more of his cock into her mouth.  She had
been conditioned, as all of the girls had been, that pleasure and
submission were connected.  As she submitted to the Master, her body
responded.  She wanted to please the Master in order to get the pleasure.



   He had been thinking of the new girl all morning and he was stimulated
already.  Her hot wet lips quickly brought him to the brink.  "Bend
forward," he commanded.



   Natasha quickly turned and bent her head to the soft mat on the floor,
her ass up and proudly displayed.  He knelt behind her, nestling his cock
between her lips.  He ran the head up and down, coating it with her natural
lubricant, before seating it in her center and thrusting it into her tight
young pussy.  He pulled back and thrust into the young girl again.  He
looked at her small tight little white ass, presented to him like a
sacrifice.  Her hairless pussy lips kissed his wet cock.  He thought of the
new girl, so young.  Soon, he would be fucking her just as he was his
little Russian girl.  The thought brought his cum; he slammed into the
upturned ass of Natasha, sending gouts of his cream into her pulsing pussy.



   Below him, her face being pushed into the soft mat, Natasha felt the
final thrusts.  He would be cumming soon.  She must make her sounds now. 
"Oh yes," she moaned convincingly.  "Please, please give it to me..." She
felt the warmth as he thrust deeply into her.  She contracted the muscles
of her vagina, holding it as Suji had taught the girls.  They practiced
daily, squeezing their vaginas and holding reeds with the muscles, reeds
much thinner than their Master.  As she felt him empty himself into her,
she felt the warmth suffuse her body, filling her with pleasure.



   He felt the girl spasm around his cock knowing that he was giving her a
climax which helped him empty himself into the upturned ass before him. 
One last spasm and he was finished.  He fell back onto the mat as the girl
slumped forward.  "Thank you, Master," she breathlessly moaned.



   He lay, breathing hard, basking in the pleasure of his climax.  The girl
quickly went into his bath.  He heard the water running, knew that she was
cleaning herself in case he would want her again.  She brought a warm wet
towel and cleaned his cock and groin.  She took the towel away, came back
and knelt by him.  "Is there anything else, Master?"



   "No, that was exquisite, Kitten.  You may go."



   As she stood to leave, he said, "Don't forget to teach the new one."



   She bowed, "As you wish." She left and returned to the girls' room.



   *****



   To an outsider, it might seem odd that the girls were allowed to wander
untended.  But where would she run to?  To the jungle which surrounded the
house?  Naked and without even a knife, how long would she survive?  No,
unless the weekly supply ship was at the island there would be nowhere to
run.  Being where one wasn't supposed to be brought quick and painful
lessons.  Natasha returned to their rooms.



   "You weren't gone long," Siobhan said as Natasha came into the common
room.



   "He didn't take long," she said gaily as the girls erupted in laughter.



   Katrina was repelled and fascinated at the same time.  Natasha had just
had sex with the monster holding them against their wills, and yet she was
laughing.  All of them were laughing.  "How can you laugh?"



   The laughter died.  "What else can we do, little one?  There is only so
much crying one can do.  We must laugh to keep from crying," Suji told her.
The mood was broken.  The other girls wandered off, the gaiety turned
somber.



   Katrina looked around, realizing she had spoiled the mood.  "Oh, I
didn't mean to ruin it."



   "It is all right." Then to Natasha she asked, "Did the Master say
anything about Katrina?"



   Natasha nodded.  "He said I was responsible for training her...  that I
would share her punishment."



   "What does that mean, share her punishment?" Katrina asked.



   Suji and Natasha shared a look of pity.  "If you do not please the
master he will have you whipped by Khalid and I will also be whipped for
not training you properly," Natasha said.  Katrina had a look of disbelief
on her face.  Natasha continued, "Every new girl gets whipped at least once
so I know I will be whipped."



   Katrina shook her head, "No, no..."



   Suji nodded, "Yes, little one.  We have all been whipped by Khalid.  He
likes to do it, laughing as he whips us."



   It was at that moment it all became too much for Katrina.  It was
unreal, impossible.  Her world simply didn't contain things like whippings.
She knew she had to escape.  She saw the ocean beckoning her.  Without
hesitation, she bolted out the open wall, not even hearing the cries from
behind her of, "Stop." She ran across the hot sand of the beach, her tender
feet burning.  Without slowing she hit the water and started swimming. 
Behind, she heard screams but did not look back.  She was going to swim
until she could no longer swim.  She reached the red cones and swam past.
That was when she heard the high pitched whine of a small motor.  Behind
her, Khalid and one other man were in a motorized raft, bouncing over the
small waves.  She surged away, trying to outswim the boat.  It was to no
avail.  She heard the engine die away as the raft pulled alongside.  Khalid
had a vicious smile as he asked, "And where you be going, little missy?"



   The adrenaline had run its course and Katrina felt her muscles go slack.
Her head slipped under the water.  She knew she was going to drown and she
welcomed it.  As she was sinking she felt a hand in her hair and she was
pulled to the surface by it.  She screamed in shock and pain as she was
pulled into the raft and tossed into the bottom.  She sobbed, not even
noticing as the raft sped back towards the beach.



   At the beach, Khalid grabbed her hands and pulled her to the house.  The
other girls were on their knees watching as she was dragged past.  Down a
hallway, Katrina sobbed and struggled.  Khalid kicked open a door to a
room. Inside, Katrina saw two leather bands suspended in mid air by chains.
Khalid attached one to each of her wrists.  He stepped to the wall and
turned a crank.  Katrina felt her wrists hauled into the air until she was
stretched almost on her toes.  She looked around and saw various whips and
canes on the wall.  Terror filled her chest.  Her mind recoiled unable to
really believe she would be whipped.  Khalid waited, letting her fill with
the terror, knowing the whipping would be more effective the more
frightened the girl became.  The Master didn't want the girls' lovely skin
scarred and the more frightened the girl, the less force he need use to
create the proper effect.  The only girl who carried scars was Nantale, the
black bitch.  She had been hard to break, but she had finally learned.



   Khalid grabbed a thin cane.  "You will learn to obey, little missy. 
Since this is your first time you will get ten lashes.  You will count as I
whip you.  If you do not count, the lashes will continue until you count
out the ten." Katrina sobbed as she looked with horrid fascination at the
cane in his hand.  He walked behind her and laid the cane on her back.  She
jumped.  "I will not whip you here, this time.  But next time, I might.  If
you do not learn to obey I will whip you until the skin peels off the
back." He lifted the cane and lightly tapped her back causing Katrina to
cry out.  The large man laughed to himself knowing how frightened he had
made her.  He lowered the cane and whipped her across the buttocks, a fast
hard blow, leaving a red stripe on her ass.



   He waited a moment.  "Since you did not count, you still have ten more."



   "One," Katrina cried desperately.



   Another lash slightly lower, "Two," Katrina moaned.



   Slowly, Khalid lay on the ten lashes never hitting her twice in the same
place.  There would be no bruises, no permanent marks.  The last one, a
strangled, "Ten," came from Katrina.  She slumped, only the chains kept her
from falling to the floor.



   Khalid replaced the cane.  "Now, you will apologize for trying to run
away, for not obeying.  Do you understand?"



   Katrina opened her eyes, filled with tears, and beheld the brute before
her.  "Yes.  I apologize."



   Khalid smiled as he lowered the chains.  Katrina slumped to the floor.
He released her from the bands and raised them again.  The girl lay on the
floor crying in her pain and humiliation.  `Good,' he thought.  `This
pampered city girl will need few lessons before she is broken to the
harness.'



   He grabbed her wrists and lifted her to her feet.  He led her back to
the girls' room.  He shoved her inside.  "Natasha," he called out.  Katrina
fell to the floor still crying.  Katrina watched as the blonde girl walked
out behind the brute.  She looked at the other girls who looked back with
pity.



   "He won't whip her because of me?" she pleaded.



   Suji came over and helped her up from the floor.  She guided the girl to
a soft couch helping her lie down.  Siobhan and Anna came over.  "Yes, she
will be whipped," Suji said.  Katrina sobbed even harder knowing she was
responsible for Natasha's whipping.  The emotional pain was greater than
the physical pain of her whipping.  She vowed never to be responsible for
another girl's whipping again.  Anna and Siobhan tried to soothe the girl.
Katrina did not know that her decision was exactly why they were whipping
Natasha.  By whipping the innocent girl they applied exactly the right sort
of pressure to bend Katrina's will to their desires.



   A few minutes later, the door opened and Natasha slumped to the floor,
her ass highlighted with ten red stripes.  Katrina sobbed anew looking at
what she had brought about.





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